For Valentine's Day, Fletch decided to surprise me with a trip to Venice. I couldn't think of a more romantic place to spend a lover's holiday.
A three-hour train ride from Florence dropped us at the heart of our destination and the moment we stepped off the train we were faced with the magnificent beauty that Venice is famous for. The narrow waterways, gondoliers, ornately decorated buildings, street vendors, people rushing to and fro; we felt as if we had entered into a perfectly preserved Venetian movie set. It seemed as if it couldn't be real.
But real it was, and in no time we joined the rest of the inhabitants rushing to and fro starting with the search for our hotel--which, if you haven't been to Venice, or even if you have, was quite difficult. It seems that for every two turns you take, one turn is usually wrong. A pseudo-human labyrinth due to the narrow alleyways and crisscrossing canals, we found that maps sometimes match the streets and streets sometimes match the signs on them; and finding your way in Venice is mostly a game of chance or a nose for good direction--neither of which I have, but Thank God Fletch does. Although most of the fun in Venice lies in trying to get to your destination, and since there are no cars in Venice (it is an island); the game is fairly worry-free. |
